Chapter 307: Boring Female Demon VS Stupid Young Master (2)
"My son, why are you so depressed that you want to jump off the house to commit suicide? Your father and I are very wealthy, what do you want?"
He was lying on the bed with his right leg wrapped, peeling cooked ginkgo nuts to eat, and his ears were almost callused after hearing his father's words.
So what if he is very wealthy? He didn't earn it himself?
Although most of what you want can be bought with money, how boring it is to get it easily. What
he wants is to become famous in the martial arts world, so that everyone in the future will know his name, Ding Yifan, the young master Ding. But why doesn't his father understand his son's heart? !
The family is under martial law, and it is impossible for him to go out to explore the martial arts world. He can only pretend to be sick and continue to waste his time.
"My son, my darling, look at you, why do you have to break your leg when you can't do anything else. The annual martial arts competition is at the end of the month, and it is so unfortunate that you broke your leg." Martial
arts competition? Doesn't that mean that all the heroes in the martial arts world will come? Then he will be able to meet the long-admired Ying Mengzhu.
Ying Mengzhu is the person he admires most in the martial arts world. He is about the same age as him and has a similar background, but he has made a name for himself. With Ying Mengzhu as a role model, he is very confident in himself.
Therefore, he has to participate in this competition no matter what.
It's not every time that there is such a good opportunity to meet Ying Mengzhu.
"Dad, my leg has been much better recently. I can move freely now." He skillfully removed the gauze on his right leg, and he recovered without any signs of injury.
"My dear, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, and you have only been recovering for two months. This is not good, no, you need to rest for more time. You are the only male in my Qingfeng Bank, and I have to rely on you in the future..."
His father's heartbroken voice made him feel a little guilty. But the martial arts world outside is still waiting for him, and he can't be soft-hearted.
"Dad, my injury is really healed. I can go to the martial arts competition."
"My darling, Dad also wants to see you standing on the live stage of the martial arts competition, cheer for you, but your leg... Alas... The doctor just told me yesterday that... your leg hasn't recovered at all..."
Ding Yifan had a few black lines on his head. If he had known this, he would not have threatened the doctor yesterday. There was obviously a fair opportunity to participate in the martial arts competition, but now it's gone...
"Son, I'm leaving, you take good care of your injury..."
Ding Yifan heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away, jumped up from the bed, ran to the door, opened it, and looked around.
The servants standing guard in the distance were like the stone lions squatting at the gate, motionless, and still so loyal to their duties.
"You kid still want to fight me." At the corner, the owner of the manor proudly hugged his concubine and secretly kissed her, "I just want to make you feel itchy. Didn't you pretend to be sick? Don't you want to learn how to manage money? Then stay in your room."
"Master, are you too strict with the young master?" The recently favored concubine Hua flew a coquettish eye to him.
"There is only one male in my Ding family. If anything happens to him, I will fight to the death." The owner of the manor hugged his concubine and walked to the room. The fierceness in his expression was not fake at all.
Concubine Hua laughed and threw herself into his arms, but her eyes were hanging down, and she didn't look happy at all.
"Alas... When can I go out?" Ding Yifan sat in the room from morning to night thinking about this question.
"Young master, concubine Hua sent me to bring you some freshly made snacks."
The voice of the servant was outside the door.
An idea suddenly occurred to him, "My legs are inconvenient, please send me in."
"Yes." The servant had just opened the door and was knocked unconscious by a heavy object before he could see the situation inside the house clearly.
"Good brother, you have suffered a lot." Ding Yifan, who was hiding behind the door, put the vase on the ground and then stripped off his clothes.
He was going to hide the truth and escape.
As long as he got out of this bank, the world would be vast and he would be able to do it by himself.
He put on the servant's clothes, turned left, right, and right again along the corridor, and arrived at the garden. He saw that there was an exit just across another corridor in front of him, and a group of concubines came over, waving fans and talking and laughing.
Oh no, today is the time for the women in the manor to visit the garden. If they find out, he won't be able to get out.
He quickly turned his back and almost hid his head in the flowerbed.
"Sister, look, that servant is sneaking around and looks so strange."
The voice was artificial and sharp, and it was the concubine Mei he hated.
"Then why don't we go over and take a look?"
The voice was delicate and weak, like the concubine Wen who his father had just brought in.
"Oh, we are all sisters together, so happy, why bother about a servant?"
Gentle and considerate, this was the concubine Hua he didn't dislike.
"Let's go... Let's go... Didn't the sisters say they wanted to see me dance with swords? Now is a good time."
The voice was thicker than that of ordinary women. It was the concubine Wu who was brought in by his father first.
The tinkling footsteps faded away with the voices, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the corridor.
At the corner of the garden.
"Concubine Hua, why is the servant just now so much like the young master?" Concubine Wen spoke delicately. Although she had only seen the young master once, she had the ability to remember everything she saw since she was a child.
Concubine Hua smiled without saying a word, picked a rose that was in full bloom and pinned it on Concubine Wu.
Wu Yi Niang had a good relationship with Hua Yi Niang on weekdays. When she saw Hua Yi Niang picking flowers for her instead of talking, she was so happy that she danced with joy. She didn't want to care about him
being a servant or a young master. In her opinion, the young master was just a fool, even more foolish than her. Many people wanted to be rich and well-dressed, but her young master was so stupid that he had to go out into the world and be a young knight. If this wasn't a mental problem, what was this?
Aunt Mei adjusted her hair and smiled charmingly, "Sister Wen, you are the youngest and you just joined the bank. You have only met the young master a few times. It is normal for you to make a mistake."
"Let's go, let's go and watch me dance with the sword." Aunt Wu took Aunt Hua's hand and walked forward first, and Aunt Mei followed closely behind them. None of the three looked back at Aunt Wen.
"It really looks like him..." Aunt Wen touched her chest delicately, and she was more and more sure that she had not made a mistake. She just didn't understand why the sisters said that it was not the young master.
When she finished muttering to herself and looked up again, the three people were about to disappear in the path. She had to catch up with them in small steps, holding up the hem of her skirt with one hand and covering her chest with the other hand.
She was also used to such an isolated life.
(End of this chapter)
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